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Thank you for the incredible compliment. Since yours is a blog I read regularly (and I don't actually read many of the others; they don't make me laugh or think like yours do), I am always surprised to find you second guess yourself.

You were eloquant in the route you chose, which is different from the routes many of us took. That, in itself, was refreshing.

And see your entry above? I'm a stay-at-home slug/college adjunct/art whore/graphic designer (not in that order). It took me two days to write and niggle that Sciavo piece.

When I look around to see all that I have neglected, I am overwhelmed. (So much so that I took my daughter to a Purim service just to do something with her!)

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.